TUMBLR-Inspired One-Shots

The Art of Kissing

The Art of Kissing. Samuel turned the book over in his hands, fingers exploring every slice in between the pages, every stitch the binding held.

He didn't know why, but he'd been drawn to this one while he was at the library. There was nothing special or classically attractive about it; the sky blue cover with dulled red lettering betrayed no steady mind. Still, though, he picked it up and checked it out, bringing him to his dilemma now: should he even open it?

The possibility of even opening the volume felt like an invasion of privacy, and Samuel was uneasy. After a quiet debate with and against himself, he resolved to open the book. This was, after all, the published word, wasn't it? Surely there could be nothing wrong with that.

Caressing its outer edges once more, Samuel opened the book. It creaked as he lifted the cover from its slumber upon the pages, and complained more the further he stretched it open.

The Art of Kissing. Clement Wood.

It was a rather unceremonious greeting for a rather scandalously titled tome, but nonetheless, Samuel was relieved. He flipped the next few pages with a renewed sense of confidence.

Mastering Seduction.

He set the book down. Oh, how eager he was to gain this knowledge; but how his dirty linen would be aired if caught! He pondered this. Should he?

After many a moment, his doubts were brushed aside. He dove into the words a bit apprehensively, he had to admit, but before he'd recognised the passage of time he was finished with the first chapter.